My Country Tis of Thee

My country tis of thee, Sweet Land of Liberty, Of thee I sing:

Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrim's pride,

From every mountain side, Let freedom ring.

Let music swell the breeze, And ring from all the trees

 Sweet freedom's song: Let mortal tongues awake;

Let all that breathes partake; Let rocks their silence break, The sound prolong.

 Our fathers' God, to Thee, Author of liberty,

 To thee we sing: Long may our land be bright

With freedom's holy light; Protect us by Thy might, Great God our King!